30: Power

A slap landed on Nirvana's face just after she said her words.

"Follow you back to Crimson Veil? Where she you find the audacity to mutter such words to me, Nana?"

Instead of the tone of her voice to be loud and displeased because of her displeasure of what she had been told, Urmaa's was calmer, as if she was trying to soothe a wound with her question.

Tears stung at the back of her eyes, threatening to fall but she held them back.

This wasn't the girl she raised. Her soul cried. As she stared at Nirvana all dolled up in expensive jewelries and gold, sadness crept to her heart.

This wasn't where she belonged. How had she let this happen? How had she failed to notice her greed early.

As she bemoaned what the little abandoned girl she had picked from the streets and trained turned out to become, her eyes darted at the gold chest that was on the floor at her feet.